Luxe Daisy Allen Novels & Stories

Dresses, blouses, heels, lingerie in delicate lace and silk. My fingers skim over the fabric, my jaw tightening. How many women has he brought here? How many has he dressed up, played with, thrown away? The anger bubbles up before I can stop it. I shouldn't care. This isn't new. Damon has always been this way. The type to collect things—expensive cars, rare cigars, beautiful women.

Axel declared, attempting to salvage his shattered image. "Haha!" Daisy let out a small, mocking laugh. "Whatever you say. I have work to do. If you want to ask something, the information desk is over there!" Daisy pointed toward the front lobby without looking back, then immediately spun back to her computer. Her fingers began to dance nimbly across the keyboard again. She looked so focused, as if Axel—who was still standing behind her with his arms folded—was nothing more than a passing breeze. Axel fell silent, observing how meticulously Daisy entered numbers into her spreadsheet.

"You bet! I'll be there in twenty." Daisy Ledwig walked into the Royal Crest hotel in Fairview that Thursday night wearing a black Louboutin heels, feeling jittery from coffee, and carrying a bottle of champagne in a nice looking paper bag from the wine store across the street. She took out her phone to text Ugo of her presence. Getting on the elevator, she tapped on the send icon. "Oh no, was just about to get in the shower." Daisy got Ugo's reply just as she was about stepping into the elevator. She laughed out loud as she punched the number of the floor she was getting out. "You can't be serious." She murmured amid laughter.

When they got home, Mrs Dante wasn't yet home, Daisy had lunch with Alex afterwards she went to prepare herself to see Lewis, She wore one of the outfits she had just bought, A black mini dress that left her boobs pooping out, it hugged her hips to perfection showing off her long beautiful legs, When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was satisfied with how she looked, It wasn't like her usual type of dressing as she wasn't one to fix herself that much but she still felt she looked perfect. When she came downstairs with her handbag ready to go, Alex was in aweah "Wow" he said looking her up and down, she felt a bit uncomfortable with his stare but pretended to smile "Are you meeting my

The door opened with a gentle click and a scent of high-end perfume floated in before the woman herself. Daisy. She walked in like a model on a runway. She wore high heels that clicked confidently on the marble, and a form-fitting black dress that clung to her curves like second skin. Her makeup was flawless, her lips blood red, and her eyes gleaming with purpose. "Theo," she purred, shutting the door behind her. "You’ve been avoiding everyone. You look... tense." I finally raised my eyes. "I’m busy." "So I’ve heard. Word is, you’ve turned your whole staff into nervous wrecks," she said with a playful smile, crossing her legs as she sat.

I wanted all the perfects for her. Daisy was her friend now and she was in fashion industry since forever. So I choosed her . " I see. It will be a grand wedding. " Daisy smiled looking at Omi. In the midst of our conversation a woman walked in. " Ah there she is. Meet Kaaya, she is especially known for designing customized wedding dresses. Might I say she is expert in this. " Daisy introduced us to a red hair woman. " Hello. " She shaked hands before she dive right into the work.

The woman, who was now wearing her hair in a neat bun, folded her arms in front of her chest, then slowly walked gracefully around her husband’s wheelchair. “Hmm, Damian and I have the honor of joining The Star’s group. This group is made up of socialites and wealthy businessmen, and we always meet twice a month. What’s nice about this group is that I got to know Mr John Peyton, Mr Henry Davis and Mr Yaser Al Hameed, all three of them seemed to be interested in me and of course they were all very rich,” Daisy began. It was then that Edmund felt a thump in his chest. Daisy’s words seemed to have guessed where it was going. Of course it wasn’t good for Edmund.

“You don't look good this way. You look best when you show your collarbones.” Daisy furrowed her brows. “But I will be cold this way.” Xavier raised his brows. “The Daisy I know wouldn't care about that little thing.” She was an elite white-collar worker who always wore high heels and looked smart in all situations. Since when had she become like a little girl who would cower in a shawl? Daisy’s face changed, and she took off the shawl. “Are you satisfied now?” Xavier draped his hand around her shoulder and caressed her. “This looks better.”

Her beautiful oval face, and sharp jaw makes her easy on the eyes, her doe like brown eyes are ecenturated by her perfect winged eyeliner, her full lips are covered with red lipstick. She's a woman you'll turn twice to look at, and most important of all I don't see any indication of surgeries, she seems all natural. God really has favourites. "What is you name?" She asks walking closer to me, her heels clicking on the marbled floor, her right hand is carrying a small gucci bag that matches her dress. "Daisy, Ma'am" I say respectfully. "Like the flower?" She asks grinning. "Sì" I smile shyly.

But she has to tell Ben not to tip Brett off. Suddenly, she went cold. Because a striking beauty breezed out of the revolving doors just then and paused, straightening her dress. A woman Daisy had witnessed Brett fixate on the moment he’d seen her at the dinner they attended together. A woman whose poise and hold over Brett brought out all of Daisy's worst insecurities. Lana looked like a breath of fresh air in a teal colored sheath dress and coal-black heels. She ran a hand over her dark hair, which wasn’t quite as sleek as it had appeared the previous night when Daisy met her for the first time.